Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gabon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.